Lingzhen snorted coldly, and the thunder knife in his right hand swung out like lightning, slashing towards the blood light.

Rumble!

The sound of thunder suddenly sounded, and the thunder knife turned into a golden light more than ten zhang long, and collided with the blood light.

The void shook violently, and the two of them flew backwards at the same time.

Lei Zhen flew out a few zhang upside down, but Ji Peng flew backwards for more than ten zhang.

The gap between the cultivation of the three-star Martial Emperor and the four-star Martial Emperor still reflects some.

At this time, the dozens of Feather Spirit Clan powerhouses brought by Ling Lei had been besieged by hundreds of demon soldiers, and half of them had been killed.

And the spirit thunder is also under the strong attack of the mountains, and it is full of dangers and precarious.

At this time, he only wanted to protect himself, and he couldn't take care of the dozens of Feather Spirit Clan powerhouses who were besieged by demon soldiers.

After all, Luan Yu is the cultivation of a four-star Martial Emperor, and he is only a two-star Martial Emperor's cultivation, which is two stars behind.

Seeing this, Lingting, Lingyun and Lingyun saw it, and they were about to rush over from the sky above the Feather Spirit Valley to rescue them.

Ling Feng hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop them, and shouted in a deep voice: "Don't be reckless!"

His three sons all only have the cultivation of a one-star Martial Emperor, and among the demon generals standing on the chariot opposite, in addition to the main general Xing Lian, there are no less than three people who have the cultivation of a two-star Martial Emperor, and they rushed over just to die.

He could only hope that Ling Zhen, the eldest son of the four-star Martial Emperor Xiu, would bring back the second son Ling Lei.

Linglei was in a dangerous situation at this time, Lingzhen naturally saw it in his eyes, he repelled Ji Peng slightly, ignored it, vibrated the golden wings behind him, waved the wind and thunder double knife in his hand, swept over the head of the demon army, and flew towards the direction where Linglei was located.

But in an instant, he felt the wind behind him rise again, and Ji Peng held the blood-red ghost-headed broadsword in his hand and slashed at his back viciously again.

Just now, Ji Peng and Lingzhen made a move, and they fell behind, but it aroused his fighting spirit, and he had to skip the level and kill Lingzhen!

The yin wind was approaching, and the blood light from the ghost's head dagger slashed into Lingzhen's back in an instant.

Lingzhen was helpless, so he had to dodge and turn around to fight with Ji Peng.

At this time, under the lightning-fast attack of the powerful meteor hammer of Luan Yu, Linglei's whole person was always oppressed by a powerful aura, and his body was like a leaf fluttering in the wind, which could be hit by the meteor hammer and fall at any time.

Ling Feng's throat was dry at this time, his face had become extremely ugly, and he whispered to the three sons beside him: "You are responsible for leading these hundreds of thousands of people, don't act rashly, once the situation changes, immediately withdraw to Yuling Valley!"

After the confession, he was going to fly over to help Linglei.

Suddenly, a blue-gold streamer burst out from the front of the gate of the Feather Spirit Palace below, flying straight towards the direction where the spirit thunder was.

Wang Yu! Lingfeng couldn't help but be surprised and happy in his heart.

He heard Lingzhen say that Wang Yu's cultivation is profound, at least the cultivation of the five-star Martial Emperor, and he still doesn't believe it, but judging from Wang Yu's body speed and the strong aura that suddenly bursts out, his cultivation is definitely above Lingzhen!

Xing Lian and the other main general of the demon army, Yuan Tribulation, and the two deputy generals under Yuan Tribulation couldn't help but be stunned when they saw it.

There is actually a stronger person in the camp of the Feather Spirit Clan who is higher than Ling Zhen's cultivation! Could it be the leader of the Vajra Pirate Regiment who killed Kun Li?

Last night, tens of thousands of remnants of Kun Li's soldiers fled back to the Lingbai Continent from Skull Island, and they already knew the news that Kun Li was killed by Wang Yu.

Everyone was stunned, Wang Yu had already swept over the countless demon soldiers, showed the axe of the god in the palm of his right hand, and rushed towards the mountain like lightning.

The demon blood in his body was already boiling, his dark eyes turned a faint blue, and the blood vapor on his body was steaming, emitting a blazing blue light, and the anger was surging to the sky.

Luan Yu was holding the jet-black meteor hammer in his hand, and was about to kill the spiritual thunder with a hammer, when he suddenly felt a strong evil aura coming from behind him, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

He turned around suddenly, and saw from a distance that Wang Yu was holding a giant axe, stepping on the void, and rushing towards him like lightning, and those demon soldiers below were afraid of the strong and powerful pressure emanating from him, and no one dared to fly up to stop him.

Luan's blood-red eyes shrank suddenly, and the murderous aura on Zhou's body skyrocketed.

He roared, flew up towards Wang Yu, carried the demonic energy in his body, picked up the meteor hammer in his hand and threw it over.

The jet-black meteor hammer suddenly became a zhang in diameter in the void, and with an indestructible aura, it bombarded Wang Yu head-on.

The void trembled, and where the meteor hammer passed, there seemed to be a storm, and the demon soldiers below were swept by this violent aura, and they staggered one by one, unable to raise their heads at all.

Such a terrifying momentum made Linglei's heart tremble, if this hammer had attacked him just now, he would not be able to resist it no matter what, and he would not be able to escape the doom of the fall!

Facing the jet-black giant hammer that flew like a meteor, Wang Yu roared wildly, raised the Divine Axe with both hands, the mysterious energy in the demon's blood surged wildly, and a blue light flashed, illuminating the dark night sky brightly, and the Divine Axe slashed at the meteor hammer like lightning.

Click!

With a deafening and earth-shattering bang, the meteor hammer with a diameter of one zhang was split in half by the Divine Punishment Axe and flew over both sides of Wang Yu's body.

The dazzling blue light was undiminished, and it slashed straight towards the mountains.

Luan Yu was so shocked that his soul was scattered, this meteor hammer he had been refining for more than 100,000 years, and it was indestructible, but he didn't expect to be split in half by Wang Yu's axe, and he was about to be split in half with him.

Between the lightning and fire, he crossed his arms and raised them high, blocking in front of him.

The hundreds of thousands of demon armies at the scene exclaimed, the meteor hammer was split in half by the god axe, and they used their arms to parry this blue light giant axe, is it to test the axe?

Only the main general Xing Lian knew that he, the deputy general of the four-star Martial Emperor cultivation, was wearing a pair of magic iron armguards on his arms, and his hardness was much higher than that of the meteor hammer.

Rao is like this, Xing Lian still sweated for him.

Luan Yu himself naturally had no bottom in his heart, but when he was in a hurry, he had no better way to avoid Wang Yu's axe, so he could only take risks, hoping to block Wang Yu's axe a little, and his body took advantage of the situation to fly backwards.

Click!

Blood splattered, and with a miserable cry, his body flew backwards.

Although the pair of arms guards, as he wished, slightly blocked the God Punishment Axe, and his body was able to take advantage of the momentum to fly backwards, the invincible God God Axe split his magic iron arms open, slashing off one of his forearms alive.

Luan Yu barely stood in the void, his face pale, and the wounds on his two arms were bleeding profusely.

He stared at Wang Yu with a pair of blood-red eyes, his eyes full of horror and unwillingness.

Hundreds of thousands of people at the scene were stunned.

The golden wings behind the vibration of the spirit thunder turned into a golden streamer and flew behind Luan Yu, and a shot was raised in his hand, piercing him in the back of the heart.